Chapter 92
next one’s dreams. But Babi was different. I could literally feel it, and just needed her to understand that too.
“I came to holler at ole girl,” I admitted. “The Babi broad?”
“Yeah.”
“Nigga, you tripping. I been asking around. Everybody keeps saying the same thing. She aint leaving Too Low. So, if you gotta chase her, then hang that shit up. Cause you’ll be going in circles. She’s stamped. Belongs to another man.”
“Look, I hear you. You aint saying nothing wrong. But you know me. I want what I want.”
“Even with money on the table, huh?”
“Shit, aint my fault that you aint got enough in reserve to handle that on your own. You supposed to be able to make that move without me.”
“Man, I aint finna ride way out to Crosby to get that load.” “But your lazy ass wants me to stop what I’m doing, though.” “You aint doing shit.”
“Yeah, if you say so. I’ll holler at you.” I ended the call.
Nixing that nigga of and whatever he had going on, I hopped out of my Bentley Bentayga. It was still early, so there weren’t many people outside, but I still checked my surroundings, before securing my gun in the back of my jeans.
Taking long strides, I approached the porch, before moving in front of her door and ringing the doorbell.
After about a minute, I could feel somebody’s presence behind the door. I figured they were checking the peephole, before snap-ping the door unlocked.
“Hey,” A cute face greeted me, once the door creaked open. “Aye, you must be Soya,” I guessed.
“I am.” She nodded. “Oh, okay. Is Babi here?”